<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:39:17.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Blogs™</title><subtitle type='html'>No Blogs™ - where you get infrequent cheap blogs for no entertaining value at all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-3014464688198808850</id><published>2007-09-10T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T03:11:20.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe is thy moral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I just wish things were simple, as opposed to the complicated pile of disaster that haunts me daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish I could forget how people would judge my action, and act without consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish moral was not the invisible boundary that ties us to our fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish I could let go of all obligations and emotional attachments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... I just wish, it wasn't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-3014464688198808850?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/3014464688198808850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=3014464688198808850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/3014464688198808850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/3014464688198808850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2007/09/woe-is-thy-moral.html' title='Woe is thy moral'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-1330708694396615060</id><published>2007-07-04T03:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T04:00:36.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Because everything is so empty, aimless and numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what's my true face myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I wish I would feel how I should feel at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could care less about trivial matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I wish I would know my own direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I wish people would leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Because their help and love would only contribute to my guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-1330708694396615060?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/1330708694396615060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=1330708694396615060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/1330708694396615060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/1330708694396615060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2007/07/empty-title.html' title='Empty Title'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-1978341354859752227</id><published>2007-03-13T06:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T06:12:43.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>美夢</title><content type='html'>為甚麼一些令人感到惋惜既夢，同時間可以感覺上如此矜貴，如此美麗呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;得不到的要是走了，為何又要走得那麼凄美，傷感既同時又渴望再重演那一幕呢?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-1978341354859752227?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/1978341354859752227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=1978341354859752227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/1978341354859752227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/1978341354859752227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='美夢'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-7797336271704276726</id><published>2007-02-07T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:36:29.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when your mom tells you, "sorry son, I'm a poor mom"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And really, should it ever happen? I regret not saying "Don't be silly, you're the best mom ever" because I'm embarassed, but I did let her know that she shouldn't have said that.  Boy did that feel... heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did it ever came to be? My msn name says "I running on HK hours" (which she corrected me with "I'm") and got her asking "Do you miss HK?".  Being my usual honest self, I told her I'd like to go back but it didn't feel necessary.  She felt that it was responsible since she wasn't able to afford a trip to HK for me, and said "sorry son, I'm a poor mom".  There must have been hundreds of statements going thru my mind when I read that, but I was stumped and stupid enough to only say "why are you saying sorry? You're not a poor mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being together for 23  years, I understand her mindset thinks that every downfall in my life is somehow because she hasn't done well enough as a mother.  Of course, I've never thought about it that way and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; will.  Honestly, I don't think I can ever reach that level in parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly sidetracked the topic and says that only filthy rich parents can let their kids go home any time they want.  Then she says she's rich because she has me.  Seriously, what have I done for her that deserves that sentence? I am by no mean a terrible son, but I am so far away from son-of-the-year to warrant such accomplishment.  I could only say the lame and yet 120% true "I'm rich too because I have you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I'm probably stupid and a failure in life, but at least I got the best mom in my universe, and I've got a lot of work to do to live up to her expectation to make her the happiest mom in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-7797336271704276726?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/7797336271704276726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=7797336271704276726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/7797336271704276726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/7797336271704276726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-do-you-do-when-your-mom-tells-you.html' title='What do you do when your mom tells you, &quot;sorry son, I&apos;m a poor mom&quot;?'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-2734737887432456639</id><published>2007-01-27T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T05:04:30.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>相識恨太晚</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What is time? Recently I've been thinking the very concept that runs against us always - Time.  What is time? The ticking between the seconds? The span of our life? The continuum of the universe? How did we become bounded by it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have been a lot of things, but we could very well have not been.  Things are the way they are now not because they are meant to be, but they just became how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-2734737887432456639?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/2734737887432456639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=2734737887432456639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/2734737887432456639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/2734737887432456639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='相識恨太晚'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-6728667675062820828</id><published>2006-12-18T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:24:31.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA: Zelda and vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I got my copy of Zelda for Game Cube 2 days ago.  I've been playing it whenever I have time ever since.  After I'm done with my exam in 2 days, chances are I'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;consumed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;by the game.  It's nothing particularly amazing, but I've set aside my Christmas break just for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one (like anyone cares anyways)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-6728667675062820828?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/6728667675062820828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=6728667675062820828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/6728667675062820828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/6728667675062820828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2006/12/psa-zelda-and-vacation.html' title='PSA: Zelda and vacation'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-1263051093203553859</id><published>2006-12-10T04:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T04:44:27.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Coca Cola is awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Watch this commercial and be mind boggled.  I had to watch it three times to get an idea of how they've done it before I finally looked at the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.moving-picture.com/cokewhat"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt;.  It's awesome like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.moving-picture.com/cokewhat"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.moving-picture.com/assets/commercials/coke-what_goes/CokeWhatGoesAround.mov" type="application/x-quicktime" height="350" width="450"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-1263051093203553859?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/1263051093203553859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=1263051093203553859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/1263051093203553859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/1263051093203553859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-coca-cola-is-awesome_10.html' title='Why Coca Cola is awesome'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-3722648696413316400</id><published>2006-12-08T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:22:31.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is an artform</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How does one create the ultimate beauty that is procrastination? Well here's an interesting story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started a week ago.  I had a lab report, an essay (at the VERY minimum 8 pages) and an inclass test this week.  I had plently of time to prepare, but who wanted to work when you  just handed in a thick slab of paper on wednesday? So I told myself, I'll work on the weekend... but nooooo, I should have known better than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attempt on trying&lt;/span&gt; working in weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a weekend of fun, fair enough, I still have monday, tuesday and wednesday to prepare for my lab thursday, and my paper and test friday.  Monday came with a delightful e-mail from my Professor saying how the lab report is dued next monday instead of thursday.  Wonderful news really, but on retrospect, it just made the situation more desperate.  So tuesday came... a struggling day of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to attempt to &lt;/span&gt;work, ended up with a full day of DSing.  Wednesday... similar story.  By thursday you figured it'd be finally time.  So I decided to wake up early to work.  Guess what, another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attempt on trying to&lt;/span&gt; work.  Plus I had a class that day from 5-8.  I even got out of class early, but I sat around until 11ish.  Took a shower, finally decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dice.  I was sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;So I wasted more time debating between sleeping and coughing up the paper in less than 11 hours of time while preparing for the inclass test.  Classic me act, really.  By 3, I had nothing down on Microsoft Word, and I decided to power nap till 4:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huge, huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I woke up at 6:15ish.  At this time I had about an 8:5 page to hour ratio.  Still doable, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shifted around the chair some more, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; started typing at 7.  By then it was a 8:4 ratio, which means I needed 2 pages per hours at least.  Still doable, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the clock after some lax typing and shifting... it's now 8.  I had one page of ridiculous nonsense done.  so I'm down to 7:3, fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the time now, it's now 9am and I have 1.5 page done.  Assuming I can pull of the inhuman speed of 3 pages per hour I might stand a chance with this 6:2 page/time ratio.  But hey! I'm still typing right now... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on this blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Meanwhile, the page/time ratio keep on increasing, like some kinda of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gigantuan gaping blackhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This paper is going in late with a (hopefully) 20% penalty.  Oh don't forget the inclass test too! It's realy Wunderbar.  If I survive this son of a bitch course (Language impairment in developing children) I'll be tackling the Lab due on monday.  Go me, I have mastered the most artistic way of fondling myself and leaving a mess - a.k.a. procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-3722648696413316400?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/3722648696413316400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=3722648696413316400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/3722648696413316400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/3722648696413316400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2006/12/procrastination-is-artform.html' title='Procrastination is an artform'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-2978488828810172884</id><published>2006-12-02T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T14:09:42.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The woe of trivial phenomena</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's snowing, have you noticed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Just yesterday it was raining, but now it snows (for a little while anyways).  Do you remember when you first experienced snow? I was on the bus when some girl raised that question.  Honestly, even though it was only about ten years ago, I couldn't remember how I felt when I first saw snow.  I was excited to see it for the first time in my life, but now it's just... a normal thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's a pity such a beautiful phenomenon can only be appreciated truly when it's experienced in rarity.  I think that's the nature of all things really - revolving around the curiousity and triviality within us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-2978488828810172884?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/2978488828810172884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=2978488828810172884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/2978488828810172884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/2978488828810172884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2006/12/woe-of-trivial-phenomena.html' title='The woe of trivial phenomena'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-2601452084854768011</id><published>2006-12-01T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T13:59:37.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How about your baby for a PS3?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Are you willing to give your baby away (assuming you have one) for 24 hours in order to get your hands on a free Play Station 3? Some people think so.  A radioshow in Minneapolis proposed that if parents are willing to &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.kdwb.com/pages/dave/audio/Baby_PS3.mp3"&gt;trade in their baby for 24 hours&lt;/a&gt;, they get a PS3 for free.  You'll be shocked at how willing some people are.  Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...He's a month old right? How many nights would you let us have the baby for, tonight, AND tomorrow night?..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;"you can't call and check up on your baby though"&lt;br /&gt;"okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Truly disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more about the thing &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,233365,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, sources from &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.kotaku.com/gaming/ps3/trading-babies-for-ps3s-218609.php"&gt;Kotaku.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-2601452084854768011?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/2601452084854768011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=2601452084854768011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/2601452084854768011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/2601452084854768011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-your-ps3-worth-price-of-your-baby.html' title='How about your baby for a PS3?'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-3937127662818818070</id><published>2006-12-01T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T03:42:20.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump Ultimate Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.nintendo.co.jp/ds/ajuj/index.html"&gt;What is it?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's simply a Nintendo DS game that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;kicks ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.  If you love manga's, that is.  The game basically plays like a super smash bro. replica, replaced with tons of characters from different mangas and many more supporting characters that pull off support attacks/defense moves Marvel vs Capcom style.  Sadly it's only available in Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What's great about it is that it actually introduced me to new manga's to read.  Gintama and Katekyo Hitman Reborn are becoming my tracked mangas now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-3937127662818818070?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/3937127662818818070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=3937127662818818070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/3937127662818818070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/3937127662818818070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2006/12/jump-ultimate-stars.html' title='Jump Ultimate Stars'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-2119688194156817471</id><published>2006-11-28T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T03:41:46.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Nose Hairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Does anyone get those? For some reason I get them quite frequently.  And so far I've only gotten ONE SINGLE white hair... and I have high suspicion that it was caused by Mario Hoops 3 on 3.  That game is the pure reincarnation of EVIL.  It shouldn't be listed as a Nintendo game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;... anyways.  White Nose Hairs.  How about those buggers? And while we're at it, does anyone get tangled up leg hair? They hurt like sheer hell.  I actually had to cut some up today to avoid the pain induced by walking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;... that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-2119688194156817471?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/2119688194156817471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=2119688194156817471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/2119688194156817471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/2119688194156817471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2006/11/white-nose-hairs.html' title='White Nose Hairs'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-4439966473468389537</id><published>2006-11-24T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:15:00.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While we're at it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;...might as well take this chance to promote our band's video! The band name is &lt;i&gt;Yut Ming&lt;/i&gt;! Remeber that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disheartened Hero&lt;/span&gt; (失心雄) by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AeR4QAkDacc"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AeR4QAkDacc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eucalyptus&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmTVVuHrauI"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmTVVuHrauI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Residue&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roca&lt;/span&gt; (This song is not in English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mx9b9kiGI-E"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mx9b9kiGI-E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Low&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGnsFebDOrE"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGnsFebDOrE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Enjoy, and leave us some feedbacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-4439966473468389537?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/4439966473468389537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=4439966473468389537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/4439966473468389537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/4439966473468389537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2006/11/while-were-at-it.html' title='While we&apos;re at it...'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772960.post-116434415173772663</id><published>2006-11-23T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:57:50.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to No Blogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You're looking at the second blog by me in blogspot.  You probably won't see much here, because simply, I just don't blog much.  But anyhoo, welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'd like to leave you with something funny that came up in a conversation with my friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;She: "you know what annoys me? When I post a blog with my daily life, noone replies, but when I post something from another site, they comment on it!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "well your daily life is boring.  Try making it more interesting and people just MIGHT comment on it."&lt;br /&gt;She: "BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE INTERESTINGLY."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You know what's funnier than that? Noone's even going to read or comment on this blog either, and I don't care :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37772960-116434415173772663?l=noblogstm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/feeds/116434415173772663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37772960&amp;postID=116434415173772663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/116434415173772663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37772960/posts/default/116434415173772663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noblogstm.blogspot.com/2006/11/welcome-to-no-blogs.html' title='Welcome to No Blogs!'/><author><name>Etheo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08386885179435447015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ca.geocities.com/ookacor/beta155a.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
